His Country Girl

Chapter 11

When I woke up the next morning, it was barely light out, meaning the sun was about to come up. I groggily detangled myself from the comforters of Paul's bed and stood up, fixing my clothes and stepping out into the chilly hallway. The kitchen window was in full view from where I was standing. There was fog rolling around on the ground. "Hmm. it's gonna be cold outside." I whispered to myself.

"It's usually cold in the morning, Daisy." A voice sounded from around the corner. I jumped but quickly realized it was the boy I was staying with.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! What is it with you supernatural creatures and scaring the living daylights outta me?" I sighed. The Quileute boy just chuckled and peeked his head around the corner. "Did you just get back?"

"Nah, I woke up and heard you moving around." He yawned, rubbing his eyes with his hand. "Let's get outside so we can get up onto the roof." He grabbed my hand and led me toward the door, pausing to let us slip some shoes on, and dragged us outside, helping me get up to the slick tin roof.

"What time did you get back?" I asked. Paul sighed.

"Between 3:00 and 3:30, I think." He yawned again. "I'm not gonna be able to sleep after this."

"I'm sorry. If I'd known you'd be back late, I wouldn't have asked you to watch the sunrise with me." I looked at the ground. "You can go back to bed if you want to, Paul."

"No, it's fine, Daisy." He put his warm hand on my shoulder. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I'm used to running on a couple hours of sleep. Especially with still having to go to school."

"Sam makes you run patrols on school nights?" I scoffed. "That man has got some nerve."

"It's fine. Now shut it. The sun's coming up." Paul directed my attention toward the horizon as the sky changed from dark blues to pinks and oranges and yellows.

"Wow," I breathed out. "The sunrise is even more beautiful here than from my nana's roof."

"I can think of something even prettier than a sunset." I heard Paul whisper to himself.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he cleared his throat. "Let's go back inside. You're gonna catch a cold." He got up first and stepped off the roof, landing on his feet with ease.

"I'm never gonna stop being amazed at the things that you can do now that I know you can turn into a freakin' wolf." I shook my head.

"Jump. I'll catch you." Paul held his arms out in front of him. "I won't let you hit the ground." I looked at him wearily but shrugged and stepped off the roof. I landed in strong, warm arms and was set safely on the ground. "See, I told you."

"Oh, hush you." I giggled. "I'm gonna make a pot of coffee. You want some?"

"Not much of a coffee person. It's bitter as hell and caffeine don't do jack shit for me anymore, sadly." Paul whined. "An energy drink would be nice, though."

"First, energy drinks are bad for you, though coffee isn't much better. Second, that's why you put sugar in it. It makes the bitterness go away." I giggled. "And third, you can just drink coffee to warm up. Though, seeing as you're already super warm, you don't need it."

"Yeah, whatever. Get inside. I don't want you getting sick." Paul ushered me into the house.

"Jesus, what are you? My mom?" I snickered and he looked at me, unamused.

"Ya know, one of these days, I'm just gonna stop caring." He threatened.

"Sure ya will." I rolled my eyes and walked inside the warm house.

"I'm serious. One day, you're gonna be a little shit and do something so dumb that I will not have the capacity to care." I could hear the slight smile in his voice, so I knew he was kidding. I shook my head.

"Whatever you say, man." I went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, doing it without thinking as it was second nature to me.

"Maybe that's why you're so short." Paul leaned against the counter. "Drink enough coffee and it stunts your growth."

"Smoke enough weed before your brain is fully developed and it stunts your brain growth." I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Is that so?" the boy asked.

"Yeah, maybe that's why you're so stupid." I shot back with a blank look, trying so hard not to laugh.

"Hey!" He looked at me. "A) that was rude. B) I don't smoke weed."

"Yeah, sure." I snickered.

"I don't!"

"Getting defensive?" I questioned him with a smirk. "Sounds like you're trying to lie to me."

"I'm not lying, I swear." Paul looked at me with pleading eyes. "Daisy, I don't smoke. Weed or cigarettes. I promise." I sighed and began looking through his cupboards for the coffee mugs.

"I know." I giggled. "I'm messing with you." His face turned red and he glared at me.

"You, ma'am, are a bitch." Paul huffed and walked over to the table, sitting in the empty chair. I made a buzzer sound.

"Incorrect. I only fit one of the slots of being a bitch. I am a female, but I am not a dog. So, therefore, you're wrong." I giggled to myself as I felt Paul looking at me. "Try again."

"Smartass."

"That works for me." I nodded my head at his change of words. "I am a very sarcastic child, my Nana Chrissy always said so." Silence fell over us as the last of the coffee finished brewing.

"Hey, Daisy?" Paul looked over at me and I hummed as I filled my mug with the caffeinated bean water. "Can you tell me about your life in Texas?"

"What?" I set the coffee pot on the counter.

"Well, it's just... we met over a month ago but we haven't gotten to see each other much. I wanna get to know you, that's all." He raised a hand. "If you don't wanna tell me, that's fine. You don't have to."

"No, it's not that I don't wanna tell you," I said quickly. "I do, it's just that my friends at school don't ask me about it. You're the first person who's asked me."

"Some friends they are, then." The boy huffed.

"I'll tell you if you want me to." I shrugged.

"I'd love to hear about it." Paul leaned back in his seat and looked at me, a look in his eye that I couldn't quite decipher. I smiled and made my coffee, adding sugar and such. As I sat down at the table with him, Paul sat up straight, leaning forward on the table. The thought of breakfast hadn't crossed my mind as I began to talk to him about my life before he met me. My friends, my old school, my grandparents.

We'd hit the heavier subjects last, my grandparent's deaths and things like that, and in turn, he told me more about the pack and how it worked. Some things he had said that Sam had them doing made me irritated with the man even more than I already was. He'd also told me about his life before I met him. His dad, his mom, and his little sister all sounded wonderful, even though Paul said that his dad could be a handful at times.

By the time we'd finished talking, it was 8:30 in the morning. So, we decided to make breakfast together. We ate while making small talk and eventually found ourselves at Emily's house again.

What has my life come to? I don't know. But I'm assuming it can only get better from here.

Sorry for the super late chapter! Writers block with this story hit hard and I can't really use the material for this story atm so it might be a hot minute before you get another chapter. Enjoy what we have so far, though! I will give you a new chapter as soon as I'm able to.

In the mean time, if you're interested in My Hero Academia, more specifically Bakugo and Kirishima, go check out my other book; That's Our Girl. That story is longer than this and probably better too 😂 But, again, I'll get you Chapter 12 as soon as I can. Love you all!
-Fairy